Tiny bits of purity begin
to collect around me.
Even the habits
of today's society that,
by science, make it less pure,
seem far from existence as
it pales in comparison to
my blackened soul.
It is at this time that I
realize the dark nature of
my being, even if my heart tries
to be good, that which surrounds
me molds my mind and
body to the opposite.
As the purity encases my
shiverring body, the juxtaposition
of heart and mind becomes
more aparent, and draws me into
deep sorrow that
can only fade as the friction of
the day melts the purity from sight,
revealing each being in its
naked form.
It is in viewing the others around
me that I gain confidence, as
they are just as black as my black that
seemed infinite moments ago.
It is in this state only that
I can feign pure.
I both dread and relish the
return of the sorrow, for with it
comes hope.
Author notes
Written in a snow storm.
Comments
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Well Done
How true that for most of us we have both the darker and lighter sides, If allowed the darkness can envelope. Well said.
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i love it! its now being bookmarked!
its such a great poem. i love the last stanza especaily
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Dang this is great
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nice one
i like it a very interesting poem you should be proud -
something we all know all too well. Awesome write...
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so you feign purity. interesting. your last stanza was probably the strongest. with the opposing feelings of dread and relish. i found that interesting. that it would suggest you only have hope when you are sorrowful. sad
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Like the introspection, and the truth you reveal in this poetic journey. Nice write! Geo
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Take a bow
The struggle we all know and feel. Just remember your soul actually shines a bright pure white light, even when we think it is black.
Great work
G
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